The truth is I'm having a little trouble Deciding between the prize and money And it's not like its any easier With all these people hanging on my next word In a look not made like this mood I saw it clearly But I didn't know it was you Once famous for leaving My small brained body Fell into the greatness of a bad joke Still meaning, in ruthless relevance What I had meant to suddenly start knowing They themselves don't have an exuse For what they're doing Just to barely fill their own shoes So if you notice That I look like shit for a week Don't even worry This is just how I wear my clothes When I'm not Intrigued by first impressions Or swayed by cold rejections My brain makes castles from sand But I just do all I can